To Be Yours Again-Chapter 224 Deep inside

*DANICA*

The gentle, insistent stroking of his tongue stirred me deep inside. There was a mounting pressure, a hard knot that got swollen and swollen like ripening fruit until it burst into rich, juicy plumpness. I was wet and slippery inside and out and gasping for air like a swimmer surfacing.

“More,” I beg. “Ahh. I’m almost there.”

He gave it to me, swirling his tongue around my clit like he was sucking up the last drops of berry syrup from his morning pancakes.

Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids. The cosmos flashes past and the rich abundance of earth filled my senses. I heard myself crying out and it sounded far away. I was someplace...other.

When I came down from my high, breathing hard, sweat ripe fruit 

cooling in the chill air, Lorenzo pulled me to the edge of the table so he could position himself in front of me.

He paused here and there on the way to eat a missed piece of peach or morsel of melon.

Finally he faced me, holding my hips. “You taste so good,” he murmured.

I melted. “Your tongue is amazing,” I replied.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him against my sticky body. I felt his rigid cock pressing against my cunt.

Despite all he had eaten, Lorenzo’s eyes still had a hungry look.

I tilted my hips up and welcomed him inside.

He groaned as he thrusts deep.

“You’re so hot. Your pussy’s so wet.” He gave a commentary of his feelings as he filled me again and again. His words spilled over me and spurred me to a new level of sensation. It was always satisfying to be told you were sexy and beautiful and that he had “never felt anything like this before.”

Because it was the same for me.

The novelty of the fruits on my body coupled with the extreme hotness of the man plunging into me had me fully aroused.

I felt the swirling forces of orgasm gather- ing once again.

As our skin slapped together, groin to groin, we stuck a little. I was a sugar-coated treat. I scratch my nails down his chest and wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in even deeper.

He panted and groaned as he thrusts faster. His words were gone now, replaced by animal grunting that were just as sexy.

I clenched my inner muscles tight around his stabbing shaft, intent on feeling him inside my body. I was so wet that he slid slickly in and out. It reminded me of the sensation of the peach juice trickling down my skin.

 My excitement mounted when his speed and guttural groans increased. Finally he cried out and fell against my body, biting my shoulder as he comes.

I screamed at the pain and came, hard.

Our bodies kept thrusting toward each other from momentum, slowly decelerating into a gentle pulsing.

We were both breathing hard and sweating like the kitchen was ninety degrees instead of a cool seventy-two.

He collapsed on top of me, letting me bear his weight. It was welcome and warm.

I turned my head to kiss the soft, dark hair that brushed my cheek. Part of me was in shock at how much I loved us playing with stuff.

The gorgeous man, the crazy sex. After that we showered together.

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*LORENZO*

As I washed Danica’s body, my heart still felt heavy from my mother’s visit earlier.

I was scared of losing Danica and I knew deep down it would be hard to convince my mom to accept her.

Those thoughts keep weighing down on my chest.

I really needed to distract myself so I could stop thinking about it.

I kissed her again and her body melted against me.

I groaned into her mouth as I captured her tongue. The sexual energy around us was charged and ready to snap. I slid my right hand to her jaw while pulling her closer with my other hand. This gave me a chance to angle her head so that I’d have full access to her mouth.

The luxurious feel of her soft hair around my fingers warmed my body as we kissed. I softly caressed her head as I pressed her harder to the wall. We fit so perfectly. Her moans were music to my ears, and I pressed her tightly to my body.

“Lorenzo...,” Danica mumbled between kisses. I travelled down her neck to the spot it met her shoulder.

Danica moaned as I sucked lightly on the tender spot.

At this point, I let desire take hold and the nerve-cracking feeling forming in my gut.

What would happened if my mom doesn’t accept her?

Would I be able to protect Danica?

My mom wouldn’t go as far as harming her, would she?

I dropped my hand from her jaw and start a trail down her body. Danica took a deep breath when my thumb ran across her breasts.

I held her hips, lowered my head, and gently kissed her breasts. I then started exploring the other parts of her chest with wet kisses.

I rained some on her neck, shoulders, and jaw, creating my unique map.

I raised my head to find her head has fallen backward. Her eyes were shut tight from pleasure. My dick strained against my pants in response. I grabbed her and hoisted her up, pressing her back further against the wall.

Danica wrapped her legs around me in response. I grinned as I grabbed her thighs.

I hugged her as the feeling of her lips makes my dick push painfully against the inside of my pants. She bit my ear roughly as her hands caressed my chest. I groaned when she playfully pinched my nipple; her touch had me tethering on the edge of pleasure.

I moved us from the wall to outside the bathroom and to the couch in my bedroom.

I plopped her down on the soft fabric before hovering over her. I moved aside her knees and pinned her more to the couch.

The desire that engulfed her dark brown eyes drove me mad. I lowered my hand to her panties and slipped beneath them, exploring lower. I delved further than her clit, though I paused briefly to massage it and continued until I was a finger deep in her.

As I thrusted my finger in and out of her, Alora panted and moaned, gradually increasing in sound. I watched as her face contoured into pleasure, which got me off even more.

Before I was able to slip another finger in, Danica pulled me down and roughly kissed me.

I groaned at the raw desire she unleashed upon me.

“Take me again.” She moaned.